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Still squatting, Tiff thrusts her hips back and forth as her finger slides over her clit. Tits rising and falling with each heavy breath, her hair swings around her face as she rolls her head back and forth, lost in her own little cloud of bliss.
As the song nears the end she turns her hooded eyes to me, smirking when she sees I’m stroking my cock. Then she pushes off the wall and crawls—CRAWLS—to me on all fours. Stopping between my legs, she leans forward and runs her tongue over my balls, and this time it’s my hips that start thrusting against the air.
“Jesus,” I mumble. “Where the hell did you learn how to do that?”
“I didn’t learn it.” She licks a drop of precum off the head of my cock, causing me to let out a strangled groan. “I just did what felt right in the moment.”
“If parents knew you moved like that, they wouldn’t let you within ten feet of their kids. How the fuck do people think you’re such a good girl?”
I hear a little giggle right before she pulls the crown of my dick between her lips for a quick suck. “My fantasies haven’t exactly come up in conversation.”
“Giving a striptease is a fantasy of yours?”
“Not until you asked for one. But I like to dance and I like to see you so turned on, so yeah, I guess now it is.”
“Fuck you’re incredible.” I thread my fingers in her hair and rub her scalp as she sucks on my tip. “Grab the condom from my pants and cover me. Then get up here and bounce on my cock.”
She lets me go with a pop and does as she’s told, rolling the latex over my length before climbing on my lap and lining me up to her entrance. Then she lowers her body onto mine.
A tiny grunt passes through her lips as she seats herself. “Need a minute?” I ask, having found a little patience now that I’m sheathed inside her.
She gives a curt shake of her head and starts to move, rising up and dropping back down with an audible smack.
Slowly at first, she experiments with the pace and the angle she likes. When she finds what works for her, she starts to move faster. Harder. Breathless little cries echoing around the room each time she bottoms out.
Gripping her thighs, I help guide her over my length, feeling her muscles flex under my fingertips. It mirrors the way her pussy clenches around me with each pass, and though I’m conscious of not going too deep, I can’t help but thrust my hips up to meet her as I chase my release.
Resting her hands on my shoulders for leverage, Tiff starts to writhe on my lap, those beautiful tits jiggling in front of my face. I lean forward and take a nipple between my lips, sucking on it and pulling a shriek from her mouth.
“More,” she gasps. I do it again, and feel her hair brush against my chest as she shakes her head. “No,more.”
Guessing she doesn’t know how to say what she wants, I lay back on the bed, taking her with me so she has to change her angle. Laying nearly flat, with her hands resting on my chest for support, her clit brushes against my abdomen as she slides over my cock. That earns me a little whimper, telling me I guessed correctly.
“That’s it, Sweet Girl. Rub that clit over me while you fuck me.” I push down on her hips, forcing her to really rock those sensitive nerves along my body if she wants to move. It has those tits swinging dangerously close to my tongue, and also lets me push further, hitting the sweet spot deep in her center.
Seconds later, her gasps turn into cries as her pussy clamps down around my length. The pressure is so strong I’m helpless to join her, rhythmic pulses rippling along my dick as I empty myself into the thin layer that protects my skin from feeling hers, wishing for the first time in my life that such a barrier didn’t exist.
When the spasms subside Tiff lays boneless on my chest as I stroke her back, peppering tiny kisses on her neck and shoulder. She has the softest skin, and each time I’m with her it gets harder and harder not to keep touching it.
Plump lips, soft skin, a determination to finally claim the life she wants—I’m aware that these are things I’ve never paid attention to in a woman before, and it's dangerous to notice them now. If I’m being honest, I know it means my feelings have reached the point where it might break me to let Tiff go when she gets tired of playing secret affair. I’ll never admit that though. I’ll never put her in a position where she has to put herself under the microscope by acknowledging me. Besides, I’ve suffered in silence before so I can do it again.
Not for the first time, I wish I hadn’t tried to bury those feelings between the legs of any willing woman I could find. But what’s done is done. And even if I hadn’t played manwhore for a few years, Cade would never want me for Tiff.
It’s futile to run through these what ifs. They won’t change anything. I need to just enjoy what I have now for as long as I have it, and try to be grateful for it when it’s over.
Feeling both better and worse, I place one last kiss on Tiff’s sleeping form before tucking her in and sneaking out into the night.
Chapter 22
Tiff
Sloanepoursmeaglass of wine as I slip into the booth for our monthly happy hour, which we girls try to do once a month. I say we girls, though I’ve only recently started to feel like I belong.
I’m several years younger than they are, which meant they, like everyone, felt a need to shelter me. This past New Years I finally got up the courage to tell them I deserved to be treated like an adult, and they’ve been making an effort to respect that ever since.
These get-togethers are probably what first gave me the itch to find a career instead of just a job, since everyone here is a busy professional, and I’ve spent years listening to them talk about their businesses. Lennon with the restaurant, Cora with her environmental research for the resort’s expansion, and Becca and Hailey who run programs at the resort. Sloane has her own physical therapy business, and her sister Ali runs the fashion boutique across the street. So…there’s lots of brainpower and initiative at this table.
Their accomplishments rubbed off on me from a work perspective, making me realize I wanted to pursue a passion of my own. Then about a year ago they all started to fall into relationships like dominos, even Becca and Hailey, the newest to our group, and if I’m being honest I think my status as the last single girl played a role in my newfound courage to pursue what I want when it comes to Deacon.
